His gaze crossed the horizon, and the night looked at the figure that had brought terrific terror and trembling to Ugash.

Similar to his own body, the same long black hair dances in the wind, compared to himself, this pitch black is darker, deeper, and purer.

Shrouded in darkness was a miserable white body that contrasted strongly, and its scarlet eyes were like a bright moon soaked in blood, revealing an endless cruel killing intent.

It has a similar appearance to humans.,But the night analyzes from the other party's eyes.,Alien emotions that are very different from humans.。

The child of fear, whose body has two contradictory breaths of 'life' and 'death' at the same time, gathers extreme energy to make Cangye feel a familiar evil aura.

Judging by the judges of the Church of the Gods, there is no doubt that this is the real 'stench of the dead'!

It seems that he has guessed the essence of the 'Child of Fear', and the Hidden Lord of the Night does not move, waiting to see how the situation of this battle changes.

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"It's Witchmas, they're coming!"

There were soldiers who let out terrified screams, and although they were executed on the spot by the prince in the first place, their morale was still inevitably affected.

The fear that had lasted for thousands of years could not be reversed in an instant by a mere city-state prince, and even the prince himself was restless.

Irut also had a sense of fear for the formidable foe in front of him, but this trembling feeling was still intimidated by a tenacious will, thus exempting the judgment brought about by the 'People of Fear'.

No! I am the prince of Ugash, I cannot be afraid, I need to guide this battlefield!

The trumpet sounded again, and the four-legged wyvern reappeared with blazing flames all over its body, and Irut rode on the dragon's back to charge towards the enemy line, and the dragon lance engraved with the spiral carving wrapped around the dragon's breath, unleashing another fatal blow.

Riding martial arts - Long Yan Tragic Song!

The Divine Comedy of the Last Days was played, but when the black palms that covered the sky appeared, the sad song was played by Ugash.

The corners of the Dreadfolk mouths curled in a brutal arc, and their eyes flashed with a blue-black fire of pleasure, excited by the hunt, and this intense emotion caused the pair of pure killing pupils to bloom in a gorgeous dark gold color.

The giant hand grabbed Long Yan, and then it didn't stop, bombarding the city wall like a storm.

With a cacophony of roars, screams, cries, and noise, and the crumbling morale could not be stopped, the prince of Ugalish could only watch as his soldiers were slaughtered and his country was torn apart in a wound that was almost irreparable.

"Seat of the White Shadows, thirty-six 'Demon Hands' Agteus, this is the name of the hunter, can you prey remember?"

Strange accents that are neither male nor female emanate from the mouths of the 'people of fear', speaking a language that no one on the field can understand.

These words turned into magical fluctuations that beat everyone's spirit, as if they were plucking the strings, and they didn't need to hear to understand what the other person was saying.

Night's footsteps retreated, and then stepped into the void, the window in front of him shrinking to the limit, leaving only a corner for observation.

As soon as the words fell, the curvature of the corners of Agateth's mouth opened to the most hideous twist, and the black thugs blasted through the entire city wall, and the crack attracted countless Asuth horsemen to attack frantically.

Black snow fell from the sky, and every snowflake fell on Ma Min's body, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared into his body.

Each horse suddenly let out a neighing sound like a horse, and his size suddenly skyrocketed by a few points, his feet and arms swelled to the limit, his eyes almost blood-colored, and the last shred of reason had been replaced by sheer wildness.

The crown prince riding the dragon flew to the front of the gap in an instant, and the dragon spear danced, striking one dragon flame after another, and the dragon's breath skyrocketed by several points, converging the torrent of destruction, and destroying the horse people who tried to invade.

The snow was still falling, and it was not only a chief of the horses who stared at Irut, but the first to run out was a chief of the horses wearing countless silver iron rings on his limbs, his hands were torn out with sharp claws, his mouth was open, and his terrible sharp teeth had a slender tongue swaying back and forth, and the tip of his tongue covered with barbs seemed to be like the fragrance of the crown prince's brain.

The flying dragon flapped its wings, the dragon's wings converged on the power of the dragon lance, and the agitation of the air flow almost repelled the chief of the horse, but the next moment, several chiefs rushed forward, the crown prince turned around, his body stepped on the dragon's head, the dragon spear was raised obliquely, condescendingly, and then, it was a fatal thrust.

Riding Martial Arts - Dragon Lance Kill!

Hundreds of spiral piercing flames condensed their spears to swoop in an assault, forcing the Horse Chiefs from approaching.

The proverb from Xianxiang: One husband is the pass, ten thousand people are not open, it is exactly such a scene.

More and more horsemen gathered and launched a ferocious assault on the breach, but the crown prince and his wyvern companions stopped hundreds of charred corpses on the ground.

Gradually, Ugash's soldiers were also inspired by the courage and strength of the crown prince, and the collapsed morale was gradually restored.

As the crown prince said before the war, behind them are their own families, if they are defeated here, then do they want to let this group of monsters bite and eat their own families?

The formation was reorganized, the guards on the city wall turned the mechanism, the sound of 'click' was repeated again and again, each floor of passage was opened, and countless slave troops rushed out.

Enslaved in the hands of slave owners, just food in the hands of monsters, how to decide, they already understand what to do.

The last remaining fortifications of the city were activated one by one, and countless arrows were thrown out, dense as a torrential rain, and the horsemen once again enjoyed the baptism from Ugash.

The war continued, and after several rounds of charges, the crown prince finally felt exhausted, and immediately broke free from the entanglement of the Ma Min chieftain, and retreated to the second line to lead the whole army as a commander.

This time, however, the Horsemen had already managed to engage the Ugash soldiers in hand-to-hand combat.

At the forefront of the charge were the slave troops, dressed only in rudimentary leather armor, armed with scimitars, short swords, and spears, but almost instantly, the horsemen rushed into the slave troops, and immediately burst into a number of colorful flesh and blood flowers.

The claws of the sickle cut the flesh very easily, often under a few swings, each body wrapped in leather armor will be easily chopped, flying blood, messy pieces of meat, just pop out a tongue, you can roll away a few of them, enjoy the fresh delicacy in the battle.

In less than a moment's effort, Ma Min had successfully torn apart the slave troops, but the next thing they faced was still a triple attack of thousands of arrows and boiling oil and falling rocks.

Some of the enemy's offensive temporarily blocked the horsemen's offensive, and the pathetic slave troops became the victims of the slave owners' casual consumption, fermenting their last remnants of value.